After parking his ship in a nearby valley, Mr. T crawled commando-style up the ridge to the entrance to the Rebel base. Suddenly, seven short, fat people walked out of the base. Mr. T could hear them talking:

"...really sucks that we couldn't find the ring. Dangit, now we'll never rule Middle Hoth..."

Once the little people were gone, T crept into the concrete structure. He snuck to the doorframe of a large room and heard talking inside.

"That was interesting..." said a squeaky, high voice. Who the helluva's got a helium tank in there? Mr. T thought.

Then he remembered that Loser Baggins or whoever Orange was talking about. It must be that hobbit!

Mr. T readied his gold chain whip and pulled out an Explosive Mr. T Chia Pet (c). Then he slid the Chia Pet (c) into the room, straight toward Loser Baggins and the others.

In teh Plot house of PoT with teh princess and hobbits and ambigous other guy whose character I forgot to read about but is controlled by 777 who seems quite a jolly fellow so he can stay

Pot was worried at all the people in his house were he kept his PLOT. He especially didn't like this hobbit fellow who looked, sounded and acted in a way Pot knew was synonymous with SIN. This could not be tolerated in the lands ruled by the Empire: the terrible institution atop now ruled the evil military rulers so like the godsquad enemy of old.

But Huggard would rise up soon. His followers would rule these lands, smashing the power of the enemy, dashing their spirits and crushing their spines until they snivelled and squirmed in servitude to their new divine Huggardic rulers.

But not yet, not yet. And until the day of reckoning came, he could not let in ire or suspicion fall on his innocuously named Plot house of Pot. and as this hobbit limply wristed his way through the house - dividing pot's attention between he and the strange fellow playing ping pong in the corner - pot vaguely wondered how they had bloody found their way into his house anyway.

"You!" he thundered, looking around in fear. "What if they come damnit? What if they come and demand their money?" he looked around feverishly, eating some more of the yard mushrooms he had picked last evening. Strange and terrible things were occuring all around him. He felt a creeping, paralyzing fear as the blood dripped down the falls and onto the floor, and the hobbit sprouted wings and began to fly like a scorpion wouldn't, confusing the poor huggard even more.

The imperative to leave was immeadiate. Gathering his bag, his nuclear bomb disguised as a typewriter, gardening utensils, money, hat and evil cane of doom and despairTM, he dashed out of the room, leaning against the door to gather his bearings and allow the camera to get a shot of his profile.

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Getting into the car, he found a friendly samoan, and began to drive.

Knowing that samoans were inheritly a trustworthy lot, his fear about the coming mission began to diminish. If you can't trust a samoan, who can you trust? The answer had disturbingly been answered back at his plot house with the strange minority activist hobbit, ambigious ping pong player and seemingly innocent princess that had morphed into a warped miasma of color and despairing evil.

It was a plot. They were onto him. He knew it.

"But...we must destroy the railroads!" he declared, thundering to the universe.
He looked to his left, and noticed that the samoan was asleep, or in a coma. A good man, he thought. It was important to sleep and get rest before such a big operation.

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checking his typewriter bomb, he sighed satisfied, as they continued to drive.

"Darn right I did. You should try it too. It's fun. They have to listen, because we are in command of this ship." He walked over to a different guy this time. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE!?! GET ME SOME COFFEE!" He turned back to Spidey, "Want anything?"

Darth Vader walked to the bridge of the executor as he hummed the song everybody hurts. Whenever he got to the lyric,"sometimes," he chopped off a crew member's hand, and then promoted them, or killed them, depending on thier reaction. He made 70 privates into captains on that walk. Soon he reached the large gray bridge of his ship.As he stepped upon it he was given a full salute.

"At ease gentlemen. Except for you jimmy, you keep doing that"

"um, ok sir"

"Did I say you could talk yet ************?

"no sir!"

"Say something else! I dare ya! I double dare ya ************"

The ensign stayed surprisingly quiet, though he was trembling with fear, but Vader chopped off his head anyway.

"Captain, save that head, I have a really good practical joke planned"

The captain just stared at the head for a second, but then he picked it up after he saw Vader's saber was still ignited. He then proceeded to run away screaming.

"So admiral, are we on our way to naboo yet?"

"Well sir, we were going to get new window wipers, and chromed sheild generators with hot pink rims but I suppose we could leave without them."

To speed the story up, Everyone that was going somewhere (ie Vader to Naboo) has just arrived.

IC as Frodo:

Frodo was sad that his friend Pot drove away from him with a nuclear typewriter. He was so sad that got into a Ferrari 355 and drove up right next to Pot and his nuclear typewriter. Then he put a brick on the pedal, The Club? on the steering wheel, and a magic gear switching hand on the gear switcher handle thing. Then Frodo took a leap of faith and landed in the seat next to Pot.

"Hi! I'm Frodo! But you can call me loser! I love you!" Frodo said while hugging Pot.

After a short while, the loozR got bored and he started playing with the seat adjustment lever.

"Chair goes up! Chair goes down! Chair goes up! Chair goes down!" He continued to turn the lever like that and say the appropriate words with it.

The Executor came out of hyperspace just above the green and blue planet of those annoying gungans.

"Whoa admiral, that was some fast hyperspace travel. I didn't even have time to shower during the trip here."

"But, sir...wouldn't you be electrocuted if you took a shower?"

"what are you saying?"

".....nevermind. um, do you want to send a team to-"

Darth Vader interrupts him mid sentence by shouting,"We must go to the surface! I, and a team of elite troopers, will head to the surface to find that damned star map. Ummmm, you, you, and that guy. I will await you in the docking bay. You have 3 hours to prepare."

Mr. T was angry. The Chia Pet (c) had been a dud and two insane Rebels had escaped. But he still needed that data. He cooked up a daring plan to infiltrate the base.

T went over to the local 31 Flavors and ordered a 10-foot hollow ice cream cake with a hinged hatch on top. When the gigantic confection was done, Mr. T slapped it into a shopping cart, climbed into the cake, and rolled himself into the Rebel base's conference center. He jumped out of the cake.

"Ta da!" Mr. T said and started stripping.

The Rebel leaders blinked in wonder.

Then one said, "Ooooo... double fudge..."

Mr. T gulped as the Rebels ran toward him and he covered his face.

But it wasn't him they wanted.

The sugar-starved Rebels, forced to live off moldy Nerf cheese for as long as they could remember, shoved the cake and ice cream into their mouths.

Mr. T, now wearing only a jock strap, shrugged and plugged his holodisc into the Rebel computer, copying all the information. Then he crept out of the room.

As he was leaving the Rebel base, he heard "Halt!" behind him. It was a Rebel guard.

"Wait..." said Mr. T "There must be sumpin' I can do to bribe you..."

The guard's eyes widened as he looked Mr. T up and down. He licked his lips. "Well... there is this one thing..." The guard winked.

Mr. T cringed and kneed the guard in the face. "You are helluva sick!" he yelled back as he ran out of the base.

Mon Mothma walked out of PoT's Place and saw a rather repulsive man wearing a jockstrap.

"HeeeellO sweet honey of mars! I'm going to get some magic tonight!"

Mon Mothma walked over to Mr. T and put an arm around his neck. "Hey honey bunny, you looking for a good time?"

She leaned in close, but then pulled away, "Oh, sick, you smell like onions. What kind of guy are you. You desgust me." She slapped Mr. T and took whatever information holding device he had to make him angry, then ran away.

Homestar walks into the room with Strong Bad and Strong Sad. "Oh, helwo. Some people person called on the tellophone someday ago. I think they were with someting called a Rebelutionwision. I don't know. It was phunny, guys. I told them about the Trogdoor and they hung up so fast. Anyways..." Homestar then stopped what he was saying and almost froze in place.

Strong Bad just kinda stared at Homestar as he stood there with that moronic look on his face.

"look man, you have to get out of here, so I can finish playing checkers with dingus here...hey, wait a sec. Why the crap am I playing checkers with Strong Sad? Did you put something in my mountain dew again? cuz if you did..."

Strong bad waved his fist in StrongSad's general direction

"Outta my way loser," said Strong Bad as he walked out of Strong Sad's room to go take a nap on the couch.